西餐厅英语对话急用啊,因为口语考试我们四人一个小组,要表演一段在西餐厅用餐时的对话``~时间是4分中左右``

西餐厅英语对话
急用啊,因为口语考试我们四人一个小组,要表演一段在西餐厅用餐时的对话``~时间是4分中左右``

“Good morning” he says
I look at my watch and turn to Tanya: “Ah shit. My watch must have stopped yesterday. It says it’s 2:03 PM.”
“Yes, yes, 2 O’clock” the manager lets go.
As we sit at the designated table, a waiter approaches us from the far end of the restaurant with the biggest smile we’ve ever seen.
“Where from?” he shouts before he even reaches our table
“You guess” I immediately respond, having already expected the question we’ve heard hundreds of time before.
“hmm… Israel?”
“Close. But we are actually from Canada” not giving him the opportunity to call us American, as they usually do once they realize we are not from Israel. “Do you know about Canada?” I ask.
“Yes, yes” he answers with his smile expending all the way to his ears.
“Oh. Well, have you ever been to Canada?”
“No, no sir. Me never be to Europe…”
“…”. I look at him a little puzzled.
“You like India? My country”
“Of course, we love India. It’s such a rich and complex country, full of warm welcomes and surprises, both good and bad, at every corner”.
“…”. This time, it’s his turn to be a little puzzled. “What you eat?” he says, trying to change the conversation topic probably because it is getting a little too hard for his level of English.
“I would like to have the Thali, if it’s not too spicy” I say. “Is the Thali really spicy?”
“Ok. One spicy Thali”.
“No, no, I first want to know if it’s spicy. If it’s too spicy, I mean Indian spicy, I will have something else. You understand?”
“Yes, yes, very very spicy for you sir. You will like”.
This is where I give up and decide to order a bottle of coke to make sure that I have something to wash down the Thali spices.
“Can I have a small bottle of Coca-Cola please”, I say.
Our waiter turns around, shouts something in Hindi at the teenager who is half asleep on a chair at the back of the restaurant. Before he is even done speaking, the teenager has already left the restaurant, jumped on a motorcycle and disappeared from sight.
“And you m’am?” the waiter asks Tanya
“Do you still serve Masala Dosa at this time?” Tanya enquires.
Our waiter answers with a big smile and starts wobbling his head from left to right.
“Ah, that’s too bad”, Tanya says all disappointed. “It’s says on the sign at the entrance that you serve masala dosa.”
“yes, yes”, our waiter let’s go, still wobbling his head and smiling.
I then lean towards Tanya and whisper in her ear:
“Tanya, I am not sure, but I think that a head wobble like the one he just gave you means that he agrees with you. It’s the Indian way. It’s not what we know as a head shake for ‘no’. I am pretty sure that they still serve Masala Dosa…”.
Once our order is placed and all all confusions have been cleared on both sides, our waiter leaves us to go cater other tables. Minutes later, the teenager comes back on his motorcycle, with a bottle of Coca-Cola that he bought from someone in the neighboring. He places it on our table, smiles and says:
“Where you from?”
Here we go again…
-jay